I feel I must cling to hope that the world can be restored and it's towards that aim that I write this. That future generations beyond the end of this era of depravity may understand what happened here. I can offer no true explanation for the sudden simultaneous global shift in attitudes, merely report that it happened on the 12th August 2026 at 10:42 am GMT. Now known as "the event" the specific results vary wildly from individual to individual, but in all cases their reason and morality is confounded by lust. The majority maintain a wafer thin veneer that their behavior is anything other than sexually motivated but many discount even that. I can only cling to the hope that future generations will develop the immunity that I have to the vile perversion that has robbed the world of its sense of decency, though of the twenty seven children I've sired over the past two years none have shown signs of inheriting this trait from me.

Fortunately it is easy to determine how the event will influence someone even from birth. All those affected seem to have an almost psychic sense of their own and each other's place. After just a glance at a photograph or a one word voice recording they can perceive how the event has affected another and will insist quite vehemently that it's simply obvious. I have found they are never in disagreement on these subjects. I myself am baffled of course. I had the nuns help me run a test where they selected two girls from the local school. They were tied and gagged so I couldn't guess from their behavior and while they would insist to me that one of the girls was pure and innocent and probably didn't even know what sex was and the other was a depraved whore who deserved to be tortured and raped, I couldn't detect any meaningful difference. Both of the girls seemed like equally worthless fuck toys. It wasn't until after they were released that the clear difference in behavior became obvious, the second girl was far more direct, immediately begging me to violently fuck her tight ass. On the other hand the first girl simply blushed and look embarrassed before meekly telling me that she didn't want to do anything dirty, bursting into tears and begging me not to hurt her. Of course I rushed to reassure her but she was almost inconsolable, even after I'd pinned her down and forced my cock inside her she was still hysterically insisting that I was going to rape her and choking her only soothed her temporarily. It wasn't until I started to punch her in the face that she began to finally calm down. I think the way the back of her head bounced off the stone floor with each blow really helped. As soon as I broke her nose she settled right down and started screaming for me to breed her fertile nine year old cunt. I intended to do more tests to confirm the results but I feel confident I don't have that same innate sense that the nuns seem to.

You may think that with the unquestioning obedience of the nuns I'd have an easier time getting things done, however this is far from the truth. They are no less affected than anyone else by the event. After much pleading on their part, I allowed them to keep the second girl as a toy. I gave them clear instructions to take good care of her. Instead, less than three days later, I find her corpse lying on the altar. A cursory examination showed that she'd been badly beaten and the blue pallor to her face suggested she'd died due to the large amount of feces blocking her airways. When I questioned the nuns on the matter they giggled and told me that she must have tried to shit talk god. They seem unable to grasp the severity of the situation, still laughing and grinning as I tried to explain it, but with rolled eyes and cries of fine I got them to promise they wouldn't leave trash on the altar in future.

But I'm veering off talking about administrative problems in my quiet little monastery. I am meant to be discussing the awful state of the world. One of the most prominent effects of the event has been the almost complete disappearance of men. In part because the male population is a tenth of what it was two years ago, compounded by the fact that the remaining affected men invariably take extreme steps towards feminization such that real men are limited only to those very few like me, no more than one hundred thousand worldwide, who are unaffected. While some of us have resisted the temptation to use the situation for personal advantage, many have not. Instead choosing to exploit and mistreat the poor souls that they should be trying to aid.

Along with feminization comes an overwhelming desire for the approval and acceptance of real women. Women respond by exploiting this ruthlessly. This starts with overflowing promises of love and reassurance quickly followed by backhanded compliments, snide remarks and veiled insults. Depending on the situation this can escalate into open ridicule, sexual or physical abuse. Any attempt by the men to resist or complain will only be used against them as proof that they're a bad sport who doesn't know how to take a joke. Invariably the men accept this logic, apologizing for their behavior and eagerly believing the next round of promises. The severity of the "pranks" will always increase, though this seems to depend heavily on how well the man passes as a woman. Upon finding a new group of friends, those who succeed in feminizing themselves can expect long deceptions in which they're slowly coerced into thinking it's a sign of affection for their friends to playfully gouge their eye out when they go out for drinks. Burly men who don't pass shouldn't expect to survive a girl's night out.

This has been the main source of the plummeting male population, though it's beginning to even out now. Shortly after the event one might see five or six guys in the trash for every one girl. The nuns would delight in inviting them here and promising that they could join the convent and that god didn't mind they were really men so they didn't either. Then like a light switch they'd all suddenly turn on him in unison, usually delivering a savage beating with whatever was at hand until one of them found something heavy enough to kill. Within just two weeks of the event they'd decimated the local village and I realized drastic action needed to be taken immediately. Fortunately Miss Kelly, the local school mistress, was happy to help as always and provided us with the assistance of all the boys in her care.

And of course, the nuns made things as difficult as possible. I tell them "Beat them if they stop digging or fall asleep" and barely 24 hours later I hear someone wailing outside and when I go over I find that one of the older boys is lying on the floor next to his eye. His skull has a large dint and a good chunk of his brain seems to have remained on the length of pipe lying next to him. It didn't take much questioning to learn that the nuns had decided to tell him he'd "passed the test" and they'd let him be a real nun and he could go to sleep now and as soon as he nodded off in Sister Amber's arms as she sung a lullaby, they beat him and shouted at him that he was a lazy faggot. Sister Francesca brought the length of pipe to bear.

As I went to find her I realized she was comforting the young boy who was wailing. It's always a joy to see that even through the corrupting power of the event the nuns still retained the charity and kindness with which god graced them. She gave the 5 year old a reassuring smile and told him not to worry. She'd never do something like that to him. After all hadn't she shoved that shard of glass up his ass to help him work better? She'd never do that for a worthless man pretending to be a woman, only for a real girl like him. He really seemed to cheer up when she invited him to come and piss on the tranny's corpse with her and afterwards he returned to his digging with joy secure in the hope that soon he'd be a real nun. This, and a few similar incidents, slowed work to the point that the pit was barely deep enough to hold all their corpses by the time they were dead. This was easily solved by instructing the nuns to start using it as a toilet. It only took a few months before they weren't visible and it's helped to alleviate the growing problem that the nun's bathrooms keep ending up mysteriously covered in piss, shit and blood.

But for all their flaws the nun's god given kindness shines through regardless. I couldn't believe when they actually kept their promise to those worthless faggot wimps to treat them like real nuns just as soon as Sister Amber threw the last corpse in and wiped his brains off her boot. I think it was Mother Sarah who suggested it, and after a moment of them all gasping and clapping excitedly, they suddenly turned as one toward Sister Francesca. There was a look of fear in her eyes as she said "Not me, why me?" Immediately the girls began to jeer that she loved a faggot and why did she shove all those shards of glass up his ass to help him work if she didn't love him? Francesca was silent for a moment before she made a move to run but the rest of the girls quickly grabbed her and threw her onto the pile of corpses, landing next to the upturned ass of her faggot boyfriend, now a mess of glass and flesh still dripping blood slowly as he twitches.

"Please Amber no! I'm your friend! Don't you remember how we stabbed that little nigger cunt together last week? Wasn't that fun?"

It's so nice to hear the girls talk about what good friends they are. I remember Amber reassured her that this was going to be even more fun, before she picked up one of the discarded shovels and brought it down on Francesca's leg. You should have heard them all clap and cheer and scream when it tore straight through the skin of her shin and cracked the bone beneath. And they went wild when she grabbed her by the hair and started to rub her face into the mess of glass sticking out of her new boyfriend's ass. They were all shouting "Make sure you rub her eyes in it!" and she's going "I know! I know! I'm not fucking stupid!"

It's just so nice to see them having fun together you know? And they all work as such a good team. Without even talking about it, Sister Amber let go and turned as three of the other girls stepped forwards to begin punching Francesca. The rest seemed to collectively decide that Sister Amber was going to shove the length of pipe splattered with dried brains up Francesca's cunt and she held out her hand expectantly as they passed it to her. Of course it was far too big, but Amber would hold it in place while the other girls took turns kicking the end. After a few minutes with no progress Mother Sarah suddenly jumped up and grabbed the forgotten shovel. Budging Amber out of the way she carefully placed the bottom of the sharp edge vertically into Francesca's hole. She held it steady as she looked up at Amber and then she squealed her glee as she heard Francesca's scream and saw her flesh rip as the boot connected with the handle. The other girls began practically shoving each other out of the way for their turn to widen Francesca's hole. It's so good to see them working together to solve their problems and after just a few more kicks the wound was a deep gash up towards her belly button. Amber pulled the shovel away to the sound of whining from the girls who didn't get a turn but after she held the pipe against Francesca's hole again the girls stopped complaining real quick.

It didn't take long for them to get it wedged in there. After that Amber gave the pipe to one of the young girls and made just about of the most beautiful gesture of friendship I've ever seen. She cuddled up next to Francesca's failing body and told her how much she loved her and promised to name the first slut she spawned Faggot Lover, so that she would never forget her friend or why she deserved to die. It was just so touching and then she just lay there and passionately kissed her friends unresponsive face, extending her tongue to lick at her ruined eyes, deeply slashed by the glass. She made out with her like that while the other girls took turns kicking at the pipe. After a particularly vicious kick there was a brief round of celebration and high fives as the last of Francesca's life oozed out of her body into the mass of corpses below her, the rest of the girls piled in after Amber into a mass of bodies. Kissing and groping whatever flesh they could reach, warm or cold. I had to step on three girls in order to get my cock into Francesca's mouth one last time. Amber looks just as cute as a button when she licked my cum off her face.

It's just so incredible how close the girls are. Even to this day Amber still sometimes digs through the shit pile to find Francesca and make out with her for a while. Apparently she's been collecting the rotten bits that fall off in her mouth and mixing it in to Faggot Lover's milk in the hopes that her adorable little girl will get sepsis. Says with a name like Faggot Lover she deserves to end up on the shit heap like Francesca did.

I'm rambling about my boring life in a monastery again when the world has gone completely to hell. Still, it's nice to know that myself and the nuns can provide a last refuge against the evil. I can only hope that this document is found in the future as a testament that even through the darkness times, we do not need to give in to to our baser selves. I meant for this to be more of a description of the changes the world has seen these past two years rather than my droll anecdotes, but if I don't end it here I never will. That said, I don't think you can understand how bad things are just by looking at a wholesome community like ours, so I've asked a local mother to secretly record her daughters' sinful activities and I'll upload the tapes when I get them.

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That last bit is basically true. I was planning to try my hand at something with more exposition and world building, but I ended up rambling filth again. I don't intend to continue with this character instead jumping around between characters in this world. If I get the energy to write another chapter, then next time we're gonna watch the tape of two sisters innocently watching TV together. After that who knows? Suggestions always welcome.